Autumn Leaves
Your vibrancy increased, but not for long
A month or two enjoy your current hue
The colors bursting forth and not a few
The choir of cicada sing their song
The sunny days grow shorter, nights turn cold
You tremble in the crisp and spicy air
While people drive around to stop and stare
And watch the ending of your life unfold
Detaching from the limb that gave you life
You flutter like a dancer in the wind
Your graceful pirouettes you can’t rescind
You lay beside your kin like man and wife
Then rakers sweep you in a heaped up pile
And you enjoy the leapers for awhile
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